…of June & July…

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“The serene philosophy of the pink rose is steadying. Its fragrant, delicate petals open fully and are ready
to fall, without regret or disillusion, after only a day in the sun. It is so every summer. One can almost
hear their pink, fragrant murmur as they settle down upon the grass: ‘Summer, summer, it will always
be summer.'”
– Rachel Peden

“I walk without flinching through the burning cathedral of the summer. My bank of wild grass is majestic
and full of music. It is a fire that solitude presses against my lips.”
– Violette Leduc, Mad in Pursuit

“If a June night could talk,
it would probably boast it invented romance.”
– Bern Williams

“He stood beside a cottage lone
And listened to a lute,
One summer’s eve, when the breeze was gone,
And the nightingale was mute.”
– Thomas K. Hervey, 1799-1859, The Devil’s Progress

“Summer afternoon – summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most
beautiful words in the English language.”
– Henry James

“Answer July—
Where is the Bee—
Where is the Blush—
Where is the Hay?

Ah, said July—
Where is the Seed—
Where is the Bud—
Where is the May—
Answer Thee—Me—”
– Emily Dickinson, Answer July

“Do what we can, summer will have its flies.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson

“And pray, who are you?”
Said the Violet blue
To the Bee, with surprise,
At his wonderful size,
In her eyeglass of dew.
“I, madam,” quoth he,
“Am a publican Bee,
Collecting the tax
Of honey and wax.
Have you nothing for me?”
– John Bannister Tabb, The Violet and the Bee

Cheers to a Terrific Tuesday June summery day that sings—simply be!

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